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" g h& \4 G* V- q2 ~# b0 w& ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) X4 C8 r: ]5 a! D( K# r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 @* H5 w; F5 _, Z0 W/ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 Q# J/ }2 o: ^& h# j2 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) \+ {' ~ [4 c8 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 Q4 K, [* d; C+ b* v4 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 K: S3 B* y7 h4 U6 [- Z9 ~+ oHow you tried to set them free,
/ p7 I0 ^+ ]7 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 z6 h: A, T% p1 P/ E" _3 A6 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 T' g" j# s9 D( e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
m3 b5 v$ S: M G/ a' f/ e" p% kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 C# R- `9 ?$ DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 H, X% d5 {$ y* C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 a6 Z! }: b2 Z0 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 v, @ f6 v- Y) _9 Z- W6 w3 J9 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - e6 f& Q: Q% ^, C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 X' ~, D1 G/ A1 K" ~; K B" G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / }$ C& @6 E. ^# B; t/ M |
" w- D0 O' t' QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ j* P/ x4 e4 ?9 l6 X$ TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( I4 r* E1 N/ a, M. Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # m7 @/ w9 M1 k1 h* `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
9 n" h F! j5 `. X2 T3 s' n3 L6 M: F7 k; [ G* B2 }
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 \* ~# w% [& v& ~4 P% L# o3 T6 D$ {How you suffered for you sanity,. R) w) _$ m2 Y N6 A7 V
How you tried to set them free,
3 d: r5 n3 E" u m3 k" gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( u) {0 r7 c: \' b: Z |4 N: X1 lPerhaps they never will. |
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